Incidentally, I came across a walk-through bar that boldly stated that it made the best Piña Colada in PR. I had two options: buy the standard cup or pay $10 for the tourist trap pineapple version. Being a sucker for tourism, I was tempted to buy the pineapple. Worst case, I would have some nice pictures for the blog. Economical, I purchased the standard cup.

After a quick sip, I immediately regretted not splurging. This Piña Colada was the perfect mix of rum and coconut. It was not overly infused with pineapple like the ‘original’ I described above. Instead, it had fresh pineapple slices and a perfect maraschino cherry to compliment this delictable treat.

Tourist trap? I think not.

In my book, Everyone’s Advice is Wrong: How I Found Success By £µ¢&ing Up(on sale here), I describe how, at the age of 18, I was “bound for one of those private hideaways showcased in Robb Report,” and how “I could already taste the island rum in a delicious piña colada.”